Blaine Anderson and Charlie Fabray were probably 2 of the most respectable people you were going to meet. They held high esteems in their community, always sought after as the ones to approach when things weren't going well. They accepted these positions with utmost grace, thus finding a common ground with each other. They became the best of friends at one point, even inseparable. But as with every friendship, secrets are revealed, little did they know they held more common ground then they both let on.
Blaine Anderson was walking to his car after another Booty Camp session that dragged on for an extra 2 hours. His legs were sore and he was tired, not nearly prepared enough for what was to come. The night was dark and the air was crisp and cold, giving the environment an old horror film effect. He had just nearly pulled open the door to his car when he smelled it, blood. Not just any blood, the scent was all too familiar to Blaine, it was human blood. His sense of smell was keen, superhuman almost. Just another side effect of being a half demon, nothing too serious. Blaine had been born a demon-human hybrid, a recessive family gene that had been swimming around the pool had found a home in the DNA of Mr. Anderson. It didn't make him evil nor a murderer, just a bit different than most. He sniffed the air once more to ensure he wasn't hallucinating and there it was again. The intoxicating smell of freshly shed human blood. It'd been years since Blaine fed off anything but raw meat and small animals.
Now, Anderson had a dead or dying human in the vicinity and he wasn't going to let it escape his grasp. He bent his knees and like a dog, sniffed the air once more, honing in on the scent. He made a beeline for the side of the school, his eyes blackening as the demon in him took over. He could nearly taste it now, the scent growing stronger, invading his brain like pheromones. He paused as he grew closer, seeing 2 black figures. One was hunched over the other, who was laying on the ground. The moonlight illuminated the figures perfect silhouette , her beautiful blond locks. He knew who it was, instantly. "Charlie..?" Charlie Fabray?" He spoke, his eyes returning to their natural forms, a light hazel. She spun around in shock and that's when he saw it. A knife covered in blood, matching the red stained white cardigan she wore. Charlie Fabray was a murderer and Blaine Anderson knew it.